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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2015 13:13:17 GMT -8
The Academy main hangar is a large and open expanse of cold, damp stone, scarred along the entrance by striking lightning from the planet's plentiful and natural lightning storms. Various crate, containers, droids and sentient beings populate the chamber used for the bulk of the Academy's space faring craft.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2015 11:19:03 GMT -8
Cuuldurach brought the ship down towards the planet's terrain and flew close as he looked at the world of his new home. How long would he be here at a time? It was unknown. No doubt he'd be seeing a lot of work in coming days. He thought about changing his presence, ready to make the alter version of himself that he'd show others outside of Andor and Abaddon, but opted against it. In the end, the best choice would be to dispose of the ship after moving along with everything for two others, one for his role as Jytar that others would see, and the other as Cuuldurach, hidden away so his existence remained unknown.
Following the coordinates, he began to wonder where the academy actually was. It wasn't long though before he saw the lightning scarred doors open before him. He slowed the ship as he entered the hangar and slowly directed his ship into an empty location. Once he touched down, he began powering down all the systems, taking a moment to inspect the hangar from the cockpit. It held a darker and more natural appearance than hangars elsewhere. He liked it. With a smirk, he made his way from the ship and down the loading ramp. There he waited, expecting someone to escort him or meet him. His hood remained raised and all his weapons on his person.
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Post by Darth Malvus on Aug 15, 2015 19:38:50 GMT -8
The personal vessel of Darth Malvus dives from the upper atmosphere and moves into the hangar bay, following coordinates sent to the Sith from warships orbiting Thule. The Helot-class Medium Transport would find an available pad, landing smoothly. As the engines were cut and other systems went off-line, the ramp lowered, allowing the imposing red-skinned humanoid to disembark. He turns back to his ship, giving a quiet order to his astromech droid on station before continuing to walk away from his vessel.
Thule, a planet that Malvus had not visited for many years now. Not since the days of the Neo-Sith Empire and his time as Lord of Alzoc III. It had once been an Imperial outpost for several nations, ruled by the self-proclaimed Moff, John Tien. The Sith's mind remembered the various banners that once stood proudly over the planet; the Neo-Sith Empire, the Imperial Alliance, the Fourth Galactic Empire, the Tarisian Empire, the Horica Sovereign Empire and so forth. Yet now, John Tien's presence was gone and replaced with the growing presence of persons aligned with the Dark Side. Malvus began to wonder what happened to his old acquaintance and what his former pupil, the Emperor, had planned for this planet.
The Sith paused for a moment, some ways away from his vessel. The hangar bay seemed relatively voided save some droids and crews. Malvus glanced around for just a moment, wondering if he was supposed to wait for someone or continue on into this complex.
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Post by Xxoxia Valuna on Aug 24, 2015 13:48:36 GMT -8
The Simic made planet fall without incident, landing at the coordinates as dictated by orbital control.
Enam had watched through the cockpit's viewing port, as the aged stone edifice of the temple came into view. "Leave it to the Old Man, " Enam said under his breath as they entered the crumbling structure. It seemed to be his former Master's hobby, to somehow search out the oldest, most decrepit places in the galaxy. It was kind of funny, thought Enam. A relic searching out other relics. Enam allowed himself a good laugh at the thought as the landing gears juttered against the hangar bay.
"So, we're here?" Came Xia's voice from behind him.
"Aye," Enam replied with a nod, motioning to the hangar full of all makes of ships. Some still disembarking their contents. "Seems we're the small fries this time around, kiddo."
Xia gave the remark a snort as she joined Enam in looking out the viewport. "Do you think he's here?" She asked in a hushed tone, though there was no one else there to hear.
"I doubt it... but the Old Man's good at surprises. So, I won't count it out."
"You're as decisive as ever, Enam."
"What, were you expecting me to actually have an answer for you?"
Xia sighed. "No," she replied, slightly defeated. "but it's been a year now... what if?"
"Not a chance!" Enam snapped back, almost as if the mere thought of their Master's possible death was a curse so foul it couldn't be dealt with. "He's disappeared before, I've told you that. He does what he does, there ain't nothing out of the ordinary. I ain't going to tell you again, kid."
Xia turned from Enam's frustration, her own slightly rising as she looked out of the cockpit again. What were they doing? She shook her head. It had been a year now since their ill advised trip to Kuat, and their meeting with Lord Sinistra. Sinistra had been adamant on Jud'dayus' death, she actually seemed to revel in the fact that she knew and Xia and Enam didn't. Xia's eyes narrowed at the bitter memories of the visit and humiliations they both had to go through in order to leave the planet. "You'll pay," She murmured under her breath, thinking on Sinistra and her arrogance. "We'll find him, and when we do..."
"Stop talking to yourself... It's creepy."
Xia turned to face a smirking, Enam. "You're an arse. You're aware of that, right?" She smiled back.
"Eh, I've been called much worse, and by you no less. Come on, lets get this visit over with." He said with a shrug, before turning towards the aft section of the Simic. "The sooner we talk to whoever's in charge, the sooner we get our answers, the sooner we either leave or stay."
Xia just gave Enam a nod of agreement and followed closely behind her compatriot.
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Post by Darth Andor on Aug 30, 2015 7:00:15 GMT -8
The Shadow, an Mark VI Interceptor, easily glided into the Hangar Bay, manipulating its way past the few starships until it hovered above an empty landing space. In a hiss of steam, it lowered onto the ground and the engines quickly subsided into silence as the pilot switched them off.*
*Darth Andor, Lord of the Order of Ruin, sat in the pilot's chair, his keen eyes peering out the cockpit and at the few individuals lingering around. He saw Cuuldurach and three others that he did not recognize. It was quite obvious they were waiting for some sort of escort, but where was Abaddon? Andor growled as he unstrapped himself from his seat. He placed his hands on his back as he leaned backwards, stretching his muscles that had sat rigid for the duration of the trip from Kuat to Thule. His back popped and a sigh escaped his lips before he exited the craft.*
*He took in a lungful of the musty air, as his eyes glanced around the hangar. So this is what Abaddon had promised to build. He promised a new academy, and the Dark Lord had delivered.*
*The Sith Lord reached out with the Force, gently lapping at the aura's of those before him like a dog lapping up water from a bowl. Affirming that none of them were tainted with the lightside, and that they all held aliegence to the supreme Dark Side, Andor relaxed, but only just a hair. To have gotten this far, Andor knew Abaddon must have granted them permission to land on Thule while personally sending them coordinates to the academy. But Sith were Sith, malicious and deceitful. Once Andor was sure of his intentions, then he would reveal to them the true meaning of this temple.*
*Andor adjusted his crimson robe, which rested atop his black tunic and made his way to the academy's visitors. Once he was within earshot of all of them, he spoke, his voice as cold as ice and as quiet as a whisper. But even with the low volume, his voice resonated from every corner of the hangar.
"I believe introductions are in order." The politeness of his words strongly contrasted the cold tone of his voice, "Why have you come to Thule?" Short, sweet and to the point. Andor's gaze swept the individuals before him, locking eyes momentarily with each, letting them know that he was the one in charge and that his question wasn't a question. It was an order.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2015 10:35:02 GMT -8
Cuuldurach watched as each ship arrived and landed, each holding what he figured Sith seeking join the new order. But they continued to wait for some time before seeing the next ship land. When Andor walked out, he was a bit surprised to see him here so quickly. From his words, it seemed that it would be awhile before he'd arrive and this Darth Abaddon would tend to everything else.
He looked at Andor from under his hood as he looked at each of them. When the question was asked about why they were here, Cuuldurach didn't jump to answer. He had a goal and that was to remain as unknown as he could. No doubt some things would have to be put in order later. It was also Andor who sent him here after their little trial on Kuat, so there was no need to answer the question. Yet, if the others answered and Andor looked to him for an answer as well, if simply for show, he would provide an answer different than what Andor knew he was here for.
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Post by Xxoxia Valuna on Sept 10, 2015 12:24:47 GMT -8
Enam was first out of the Simic, his tattered ashen colored half cloak billowing behind him. He wore the cloths of a common smuggler, nothing too showy. His trusty L-23 blaster strapped to his left leg, and two of his sabers dangled from his belt on the right. His face was half hid under the fabric of the cloak he wore, but his eyes told those around him that he wasn't one for much conversation.
Xxoxia followed closely behind, stepping to the side of Enam as they got off the ramp. She wore the dark garb of a Sith accolade, with the hood up to obscure her features. There was nothing especially noticeable about her, other than the small emblem of an orange circle with a stylized flame within it on her left lapel.
Both stood for a moment as another dark figure (Andor) addressed them. They looked to another brooding figure (Cuuldurach) to start the conversation, but it seemed he had the same idea for them. So, after a moment of awkward silence Xia stepped forward, taking a short bow to Andor.
"We are the Hands of Lord Jud'dayus," she stated confidently. "I am his Errant; his voice, his temperance... and my counterpart, Tempestuous is his wrath, his justice." Xia smiled underneath the vale of her hood. She rather liked the tone of their titles, and every time she introduced them as such gave her a flutter of pride. "We're here on a mission to find our Master, and seeing as this was said to be a gathering of Sith we decided it might be worth our while." Xia paused for a moment, and gave Enam a quick glance, to which he gave a curt nod. "So, is he here?"
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